Release that Witch - Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193
Chapter 1193: A Wind Chaser (II)




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The academy was empty just as Finkin had said . The three thus passed through various buildings and stopped in front of a towering wall .

"This is . . . "

"This is the west side of the airport," Finkin said as he brought a wooden ladder and erect it against the wall . "Follow me . "

Good hesitated for a moment before he climbed up the ladder . The moment he reached the top of the wall, an involuntary exclamation escaped from his lips . A swollen red sun was sinking low over the water . The glittery ocean splintered into flecks of gold in the sweltering sunset, and the sky was awash with sheets of blue and yellow . Layers of cloud sloped down to the horizon, below which was the vast emptiness of the airport that would potentially lead them to the sky .

Sea breezes dispelled the irritation that smote upon Good's heart . He closed his eyes and, with his arms stretched, imagined himself clasping on the operation lever while waiting to take off .

"A very nice view, eh?" Finkin said while grinning . "I found this fabulous peeping spot . Just be careful not to fall off the wall . "

Hinds asked behind them, "So . . . what next?"

"Naturally we should go there, but we have to take the ladder with us . " Finkin said as he pointed at the hangar not far away . They first saw the "Seagull" parked out there . The hangar was actually not very far from them as its edge was only about two meters away from the wall .

Because of the intense balance training they had received, they could now easily walk along the top of the wall, and reached their destination within fifteen minutes .

The hangar was two to three meters taller than the wall, so they could not clamber onto the roof . However, its windows and the wall were on the same level, so they could peep through the windowpanes while stretching themselves up on their tiptoes .

"Covered planes . . . covered planes . . . I saw them!" Finkin yelled .

Good's eyes followed Finkin's, and his chest constricted .

There were four uncovered biplanes in one of the hangars . Good's eyes were glued to their smooth and elegant bodies . His heart swelled with excitement as the knowledge that he would one day operate them struck him .





Who cared about knights? They were nothing next to an aerial knight who could fly in the sky!

Finkin placed the ladder against the window and clapped his hands smugly . "Well, we didn't step into the airport, so technically, we aren't breaking the rules . "

Good knew that was a pretty tenuous argument, but he could not help crawling into the hangar through the window .

To his surprise, for the first time since his training, Good felt calm .

After they landed, Finkin and Hinds rushed to the closest plane while Good sauntered behind them .

"Whoa, this is . . . spectacular!" Hinds apostrophized as he touched the plane . "It's metal . "

"Yes, and it's as thin as skin . Look — " Finkin agreed as he pressed his fingers on it, and a dent immediately appeared on the surface . "I wonder how they made it . "

"Oi, take it easy . You don't want to break it . "

"Don't worry . It's quite bouncy . "

"Really? Let me try . . . "

Good did not marvel at the plane like his two friends . Instead, he crawled into it as if led by a mysterious force and proceeded to the front of the aircraft .

According to the illustration on the cover of the Flight Manual, this was the exact spot Princess Tilly was sitting at while soaring above the continent and the sea .

Good thus sat in the pilot seat .





So this was the world in an aerial knight's eyes .

The wings above and the carriage on both sides obscured half of his vision, which forced Good to look straight ahead . He could even smell the leather chair . The flight instruments were encased in clear glass . Both the operation lever and the pedals were made of metal, the top part of the lever was wrapped in soft fabrics that afforded a nice, comfortable touch .

Good grabbed the lever and geared down . The lever creaked .

Unlike the wooden lever he had been practicing with, Good did feel he was pulling something . The quivering steel string and the increasingly heavy lever told him that the sensation was real .

"Good Lord, what are you doing?" Hinds' voice cracked through the air like a whip that jerked Good out of his musings .

"Er . . . " Good stammered and instantly relinquishing his grip . "I'm just . . . "

"Practicing?" Finkin jeered . "Who said we were mental earlier? Now who has sneaked into the cockpit? Didn't we agree to just take a look?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help . . . "

"Rest assured," Finkin interrupted . "I don't think you'll break it because we're told to do so during the training . But be fast . I want to try it out too . "

"Hang on," Good said, a little reluctant . "I just geared down . Do you want to sit in the backseat first?"

"And what about me?" Hinds protested as he climbed up the wing .

While they were fighting for the seat, there was suddenly a screech of an open lock .

Good's face turned white with great trepidation .

Terrified, Hinds said, "Why . . . why would they come here at this time?"





"What should we do?"

Finkin was the only one who seemed to be composed . He said, "We don't have time to run . Hide first!"

However, there was not a single hiding place in the large hangar, and the pilot seat was too small for three grown-up men . Before they could get off the plane, someone had already arrived .

"Who's there?"

"Freeze!"

With several clicks, Good found himself surrounded by the First Army .

Petrified, the three were soon pinned to the ground .

"What happened?" a voice came as they saw a familiar figure approach them . It was none other than Princess Tilly Wimbledon . "Invaders?"

Finkin shouted in exasperation before the guards could supply an answer, "Your Highness, we're sorry . We are all students at the Aerial Knight Academy . Out of curiosity, we came here to have a look at the planes . Please have mercy on us!"

Apparently, Finkin also knew that they were not supposed to be here . Good had a feeling that they were in big trouble .

After hearing the full account, Princess Tilly nodded expressionlessly and said, "I see . According to the school rules, you'll all receive detention of at least 15 days and be disqualified from becoming an aerial knight . You can choose what you want to be in the future between a busboy and ground staff . Let your officer know . "

"As, as you command . . . " Finkin and Hinds replied while screwing up their faces .

Good's heart sank to the bottom . Suddenly, courage seared through him as the guards began to shuffle them out . He raised his head and shouted in earnest, "Your Highness, please! I want to be a pilot . I would do anything if you could spare me this time! I'm at a loss in the training sessions, so I came here to feel the actual thing, not only out of curiosity!"

"Really?" Tilly said, her brows raised . "Are you referring to . . . a feeling?"

"Yes, my actions didn't coordinate with the instructions in the manual . Although I was flying, I couldn't sense the wind . . . Well, that isn't quite accurate . It's something . . . " Good explained as he tried to find a proper word to describe his feeling . "I can't put it into words . I only know that I didn't feel it right . . . "

"He's blabbering . It's all nonsense . "

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Get him out of here . He annoys Princess Tilly . "

The guards conversed with each other .

Tilly took a searching look at Good and said, "You're Good, right? Eagle Face told me that you're doing pretty well in all subjects . You were the first to get used to the training and are also very hard-working . "

"I . . . "

Tilly cut across him haughtily, "So what do you think of riding on a plane?"

"Huh?" Good said, flabberghasted .

"Didn't you say you needed to feel it? So what now? Do you think you could fly?"

Good hesitated for a second, his hands clenched, and replied, "Your Highness . . . I think I can . "

"Then try it out," Tilly said as she turned around without looking at him . "In fact, I'm planning to train you guys on a real plane tomorrow . For other students, they're allowed to fail but you aren't . If you fail, I'll expel you . Of course, you could also choose to be punished . That's up to you . "

"I want to fly," Good replied decidedly .

"Very well," Tilly said . "I'll also let the other two choose what way they want to go . "

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